Warning : as usual ;D

Truthfully, I want to make this story into two chapters' story. But after I thought multiple times, the story can't be written into 2 chapters. I don't know if you like this chapter but I hope you don't disappointed with it.

Please let me know if you guys ever have a better idea or something. I'm open with suggestion. Thanks.

Ron and Hermione keep on glancing to their friend. Their face pale with new information about Harry. A lot of question came into their mind. Is Snape really Harry's father? James and Snape married? Why did he hate Harry so much when he clearly loved him when he was a baby?

There's so many question but there's no answers they could get, except they got to confront their Potion teacher himself. Ron and Hermione shudder in fright imagining what kind of confrontation that would happen if they confront him with so many questions about his personal life. Even it's all about him, Harry and James Potter.

Looking back to his treatment to his own son, they can't wish anything good if Harry choose to speak with him.

Harry sobs loudly. His heart breaking in half when his own father scream and chase him out of his office. He swipe the tears that trickling to his cheeks with his sleeve as he keep on running to his dorm. He strode into his bed and throws himself in. His tears can't stop flowing, he can't forget his father hateful face when he scream at him, how angry he was at him and the most hurtful was how disappointed he was at him.

He sobs loudly at his pillow, his body shaking so hard with every breath he takes.

'Why did he hate me so much?'

'Why did he send me to the Dursley when he can raise me by his own?'

'Did I a result of his rapes?'

'What my dad did to him? Did he imperius him so he could love him?'

'What is really going on here?'

Harry's mind rolling with so much confusing questions. He doesn't know what he should think anymore. He didn't know what the truth is and what's not anymore. Even his own birth becomes such a question for him.

'What should I do now?' it was the big question for him right now but no one can answer it, not even him.

Ron and Hermione stay silent before Harry's curtain. There's no sound inside it, meaning Harry cast a silencing spell around it. Hermione wring her hands in sadness and worry. They looked at each other before Hermione shook her head in disapproving manner.

"I think we should leave him alone for awhile." Hermione says softly. "We already made so many messes for him." She gulp loudly, tears begin to prick inside her eyes. "We've done enough." She says as she leaves the boys dormitory.

Ron sighs loudly. He's regretting everything but not looking at the pensieve. Wrong as it was, finally they find some truth even it was just partially memories but the truth nonetheless. He got a feeling that from this moment, the truth would finally reveal itself. He definitely will support his friend. He don't care if Harry's Snape's son. What he care is Harry himself. He's his bestfriend and he deserve the truth about himself, not some lies that weave around him by every people he trust.

What he knows now, they can't trust nobody. Not even the headmaster. And he make a promises to himself, he'll help in whatever he can to help Harry uncover every single thing about himself. Ron begins to walk to his own bed and when he conjures pajamas for him to change, he cast the last glance to the closed curtain with sadness. 'I'll help you no matter what.' He promises him as he get on his bed.

'Fucking headmaster!' Severus curses the old coat as he pours the firewhiskey to his favorite mug. 'I've told him before not to let the three golden child roamed freely. Did he consider my words? No.. of course not. And see what happen now. The golden boy seeing my pensieve and finally he know that he's my son.'

Severus sighs loudly. His head throbs as headache begin to pound in his skull. 'What should I do?' he thinks heavily. He stares blankly on the wall, his mind wandering around.

Flashback..

"What did you do to me?" Severus whisper softly.

"Making you mine and mine only." James replies softly. Severus frowns in confusion. He never saw a rune like that and the chanting? He never heard about it either. He turns his head slightly as James cares his face softly, his nose tracing his neck lightly.

"Let me go. You got what you want from me, right? I need to go to class." Severus says his voice quiver lightly as his hands push James shoulder.

"Right." James props himself but his lower body never left Severus'. He smiles lightly and kisses his forehead lovingly. "Come to the astronomy tower tonight at 7 PM. Don't be late, ok?" he says as he pick himself up and pull Severus up by his forearms.

Severus scowls at James order but he says nothing. "Did you hear me, Sev?" James says as he grips his chin to make him look at James right on his eyes.

"Yes." Severus gulps lightly as he nods his head.

"Good." James pulls him into his arms and hugs him lightly. His lips touch his temple in light kiss before he let him go. "I'll be waiting there." James says as he magic their clothes on and cancels the spell that weaved around them. He walks away without a glance back to the smaller boy who was standing blankly at him.

Severus' trembles hand comb on his hair rapidly, trying in vain to fix his messy hair. Tears trails down his cheeks unconsciously as he fix his disorder robes. When he tries to walks, his trembling legs refused to support his weight and he stumbles back to the ground. He close his eyes as he anticipating the pain from the fall but when the ground never made any impact with his face, he peek for a little and found out that somehow his face floating a couple inches from the ground.

"Can you walk?" James voice suddenly appears from behind him. Unfortunately it seems James was the one who prevent him to hit the ground with his face. Heat creeps from his neck to his face as shame begin to float from inside his chest. "Don't answer it." James sighs loudly when he saw Severus begin to opens his mouth.

"Then why did you asked." He snaps at the bigger boy.

"Because I knew you'll never answer with the truth." James murmurs as he picks Severus up in bridal style.

"Wha.. Put me down, Potter." He snarls at James, his face now red as tomato at the position he was now especially when James cum trickles from his backside down to his thighs, soiling his pants. "I'm not a woman, damnit." He push at James chest hard.

"Never said you're a woman. The last time I saw you, and that's a minute ago, you still have your cock." James grins widely.

"You!" Severus growl loudly, face become hotter either because shame or hate or maybe both of it.

"Like I said, you're mine. And I'll always take care what's mine." James looking straight at Severus eyes. Determination shone from his eyes.

Severus gasps and turns his face away. Dreadful and hope blossoming on his chest though he suppress it before it can grow into him.

End Flash Back..

'How can I love him after everything he's done to me.' He smiles bitterly.

'Snivellus' he heard James voice mocking him.

'Slimy snake.' He saw him sneering at him.

'I love you from the first time I saw you on the Hogwards Express, you know.' He remembered James said to him one day when they're lying together in Godrig Hollow.

Tears trailing down his cheek without his awareness. Severus closes his eyes painfully, his mind picturing James face. His loving face.

'I don't care if you ever love me back, but I always want you to be part of my life.' James murmured softly 'No matter how late it was, no matter how short it'll be, as long as you become mine I'll be happy. I have no regrets, nothing at all.' Severus remembers how serious James' face when he said that words to him and how he hate himself for accepting it without fight.

'Such a selfish man.' Severus thought a loving smile stretch on his lips. 'My selfish man.'

He closes his eyes and for the first time he's praying to any God that exists to give back the man he ever love back to him. To give him another chances of happiness. Happiness that being robbed from him in short time and vicious manner.

He sigh tiredly as he drags his tired body to his bed chamber, a chamber that too cold the moment James left it and never came back. He flops into his soft bed and begin to snuggle into the silk sheet, pretending it was James soft skin caressing his own. He sniffles for awhile before he opens his beautiful black eyes.

'My little light not so little anymore.' He smiles softly as he traces the photograph on his nightstand. 'And I lost you on the way of war.' He sighs loudly.

'I'm so sorry, little hope.' He thought as he closes his tired eyes and praying to God that he'll be given a dreamless sleep. And hope he does.